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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

It's Better than Picking My Nose

I wrote poems at stoplights. So what? Feeling creative feels alive, even if it was only for a few minutes in a car. It's like sex, except in the front seat, and I never got a cramp. Plus, it was free. However, you're bound to be equally bored.

light 1Streams to oceansshallow and deep,I flow too-I scream. I weep.I judge you unfairlyas you float on my waves.

light 2There are trees out therethat never lose their leavesdespite cold and windand possible ridiculefrom an exposed birchthat sways naked and freewith nothing to hideanymore

light 3Rabbits run across damsand Updikesthrowing aside browning greenslike an unsolicited literary reference,and they smile at their own absurdity

light 4I wrote four poemsin the car todayin little less than twenty minutesand perhaps this is the worst of themor perhaps it is the best.If that is the casethen the others must suckbecause this isn't so much a poemas it is a reminderthat I only wrote three poemsin the car today__________________________And that's not all. I hit another light: